Postcards From Crazytown 3
I had only been asleep for about 45 minutes when I woke up to a very cute person creeping his way up my body under the sheets. He had this naughty little look in his warm hazel eyes.
God, I want him again.
"Hey you," I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"Hey," he grinned and kissed my nose, settling on top of me. "Wanna go to a party?"
"Whose party?" I asked.
"Just a neighbor from the west building. That blonde chick that was at the pool today. Her name's Adora. She invited Adam and Paulina and said her roomies could come, too. If you wanna get out of the house..."
"I don't. I want to be alone in the house with you for the night," I said, sneakily.
"I like the way you think," he said.
"But, we could just go for a little while and get a little tipsy, then come home and 'christen' the apartment while they're not here."
"Sounds good to me," he said. "I think the kitchen counters need christening."
"Oh yes. And the coffee table."
"Definitely," he giggled.
"I love you, Frank,"
Postcards From Crazytown 2
Right about now I have everything I could ask for. A great girlfriend, a swanky apartment, fun friends, and a band that's doing pretty well on the local scene. When I first started in Pencey Prep we were playing in our friends' basements to half a dozen kids. Over the summer, though, we've moved up to playing some pretty big venues in record time. We've been opening for a lot of good bands that come to town and we've been quickly building our fanbase. I'm starting to get a feeling that this music thing is really going to work out for me.
I really hope so.
Because I have looked at my class schedule that starts next week and I know that these business classes are going to bore me to tears.
My family has always supported me in my musical goals, but my mom insists that I get a degree in something practical as a backup plan. I can see where she's coming from, but to me, getting this degree is just going to be a distraction from what I should really be doing with my time. And the
Postcards From Crazytown 1
Tonight will be my first night in my new home with the love of my life!
I am so excited.
The apartment is very spacious and we have done a good job with decorating. I must say the four of us have good taste. Or rather I should say that three of us do. Frank and I like dark yet ornate things, and Paulina likes colorful yet tasteful things. Adam, on the other hand, wanted to decorate with beer cans, posters of half naked women bending over Italian sports cars, and lava lamps. So we allowed him to do the kitchen. Compromise! Everybody wins.
Once you come in the front door you're in the living room. To the left is the kitchen, then Paulina and Adam's room. But if you turn right, you'll find the bathroom and that little hallway leads to what I like to think of as me and Frank's own personal sanctuary and/or love nest.
We have unpacked our things and decorated our room, our new enormous bed (that we personally tested out at the store) has been delivered, and I am beyond ecstatic
Postcards From Crazytown
Against Lindsay's mom's wishes, she moves into an apartment near campus with her beloved boyfriend, Frank Iero, and their friends - Adam Lazzara and his girlfriend Paulina Cortes.
Frank and Lindsay's goal is to spend freshman year partying and enjoying some good old fashioned romantic time together [alone for a change and away from parents' prying eyes] while taking on their first year of college and stepping out into the "real world" on their own.
Will this shared shagpad become a den of debauchery where these four friends make new experiences that will bind them forever? Or will Lindsay's mom's predictions come true, and their living situation become the damnation of their friendships, finances and futures?
Read on to find out!
Before you read the ending please be sure you read the previous new chapters - this is the end of the story! I see the numbers are all messed up from people reading just this chapter and not the ones before it. So just be sure you've actually finished the story before you read the conclusion. <3)
When Frank dropped me back at home and we kissed, it just seemed...different. Because I knew that he was going to be a part of my life for a long time, and that he felt the same way about me as I did about him.
I am so glad that things turned out the way that they did.
Now we will have tons of things to look forward to doing together, like graduating and knowing that it isn't goodbye - it's just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. Starting school together in the fall. Living on our own together for the first time. Making new friends and starting our new life together.
When I laid down to sleep that night and turned out my light, I didnt know what the future w
Prom Night II
Note: The story is finished now, so please make sure you read all chapters in order!
When Lindsay locked the door and then came at me with this super sexy and determined look on her face, I knew I was in for it, I just didnt know what 'it' was. Well, it turned out to be the very thing I fantasized about all the time. And it happened just like it would in my fantasies, too. She climbed up onto the bed and crawled up me slowly like a sexy tiger, and she started kissing me, starting at my mouth and traveling slowly down my body further and further until I was pretty much dying with excitement and anticipation. I couldn't believe she was really about to do it - the one thing I think about when I'm, uh, "taking care of myself" alone.
Within minutes she had me in a state of sexual bliss that I had never known could even exist. And it wasn't even so much what she did, it was the way she did it. She really took her time and I could tell that she was enjoying it damn